"The monthly salary of the deputy helmsman is fifty silver dollars, the monthly salary of the helmsman is eighty silver dollars, and the monthly salary of the deputy leader is one hundred silver dollars. Others are calculated separately."
Several people said thank you.
After seeing the magic of magic, several helmsmen, including Xu Rui, basically don't value money. If they have strength, are they afraid of not having money?
One hundred silver dollars is nothing, it's more than that if you just search for it.
"From now on, this place will be our Blood Hall's training ground. Everyone can continue to practice martial arts here."
"Okay, that's all I have to say. Anyone who has questions can ask now."
Xu Rui spoke directly.
"Young Master, is there any 'Snow Ginseng and Yuchan Pills' available to us in the gang?"
Except for Tu Feng and Ma Changan, a few people knew about the existence of the Snow Ginseng Yuchan Pills. The others looked forward to it. They all saw Xu Rui's fierceness in the battle with Kunlun.
That strength is really a visible improvement to the naked eye.
"Snow Ginseng Yuchan Pills are extremely precious. The deputy hall leader can get one pill every year. If you want to get them, you must make a contribution to the gang."
Everyone looked at Xu Rui with envy.
But no one dared to be dissatisfied.
But Xu Rui was dissatisfied. One pill a year was not enough to fill the gap between his teeth.
"Is there any martial arts or magic in the door that we can exchange for?"
"There are seven kinds of martial arts under Xilingmen: Iron Sand Palm, Iron Cloth Shirt, Tiger and Crane Shape, Tan Kou, Meishan Fist, Iron Thread Fist and Taizu Chang Fist."
"You have already learned Meishan Boxing. As for the other things, I don't recommend that you learn it. Martial arts requires mastery rather than mastery. Practicing one martial art to its peak is far better than practicing multiple martial arts at the same time."
There was a pause.
"As for spells, there are none."
Xu Rui was immediately disappointed.
He was indeed not interested in martial arts, but magic was not. He just didn't expect that a gang as big as Xieling wouldn't even have a single magic skill to pass on to its disciples.
Perhaps seeing what he was thinking, Chen Yulou continued.
"Spells are extremely precious things in any sect. Unless they are direct blood relatives, they cannot be taught at all. Therefore, you should be grateful that you have become a disciple of the Blood Hall. Although you have experienced countless dangers, you have obtained a blood skill that can be passed down to your family."
Tattoo technique."
"As long as you have it, you can use it to build a family in the future and share the rise and fall of Xiling with me."
After hearing this, everyone became excited.
Especially the second generation of Xiling, they know the preciousness of spells best.
The very important reason why I came to the Blood Hall is the blood pattern technique.
It's just that they didn't expect that they would have to experience so many dangers, and by the time they realized it, it was already difficult to get off the ship.
After seeing that Xu Rui didn't ask any more questions and that the others had no questions, Chen Yulou turned around and left with Kunlun and Miss Hong.
Bai Wushuang, Xie Dahai, and Chen Laogou have just died, so of course he must always pay attention to changes in the gang.
It is best to extend your hand to the Leopard Hall, so that your voice in Xiling will be greatly enhanced.
When Chen Yulou left, almost everyone came to congratulate Xu Rui.
Everyone is not stupid. Although the young leader is the leader of the Blood Hall in name, he is actually worried about the overall situation of Xiling.
Normally, the jurisdiction of the Blood Hall still falls in the hands of Xu Rui, the deputy hall master.
As the saying goes, the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager, and Xu Rui has outstanding strength, so of course he cannot leave a bad impression.
After dealing with it for a while, he started to invite everyone to practice martial arts.
No one dared to go against his decision. The rules of standing in the morning, practicing routines and fighting styles in the morning, and free activities in the afternoon were all settled in the Blood Hall.
The day passed quickly and night fell.
It was not peaceful in Xiling Villa.
…
The spacious but gloomy house is filled with prayer flags.
In the middle is a altar covered with yellow cloth.
In front of the altar, a copper basin was placed quietly.
Next to them, Chen Yuntian, Chen Yulou, Ma Shirong, Huamaguai, Kunlun, and Qin Zhen, the second in command of Longtang who first discovered the Bai family incident, stood in awe.
No one spoke except for the slightly cool night breeze.
Sudden.
The old man sitting cross-legged on the futon behind the altar, wearing a black hairband, opened his eyes.
Two rays of faint green light flashed past, breathtaking.
He stood up slowly, wearing a black Taoist robe on his body that looked like a hemp pole, making him look extremely spacious.
This person is the fourth old man of Longtang, ‘Ghost Old Man’.
I looked at the sky.
"The time has come."
"Please bring blood."
The voice was hoarse and gloomy, with a chill that made your heart tremble.
Chen Yulou winked, Kunlun nodded, and strode over. Soon he came over carrying two beggars who were tied tightly and dressed in ragged clothes.
Pull out the rag from your mouth.
"Spare my life, spare my life...!"
puff.
Kunlun pulled it with his big hand and twisted the head off.
The splashing blood flew into the basin, and soon less than half of it was filled.
There was a smell of feces and urine, and the beggar next to him was already paralyzed.
Kunlun didn't care about this, he grabbed him and grabbed his head, and a large amount of blood spilled out.
As if it was not enough, he killed a third person before filling the copper basin.
The strong smell of blood filled the entire house.
But on everyone's faces, including Chen Yuntian's, apart from disgust for feces and urine, there was no trace of pity for life.
After Gui Lao nodded with satisfaction, he stepped forward and picked up the peach wood sword. He picked it up lightly and several yellow watches instantly stuck to it.
He picked up the soul-catching bell with his left hand and shook it. The crisp ringtone was particularly clear in the dark night.
Every ringing of the bell exudes strange power.
She danced the sword with her right hand, rang the bell with her right hand, and muttered words. At first, she was just mumbling, but at the end, she roared loudly.
"The gates of heaven are open, the gates of earth are open, and the souls of boys from thousands of miles away are coming, serving the Supreme Lord as urgently as laws."
Boom.
He stamped his feet violently.
The Taomu Sword shook, and several yellow watches filled with the birth dates of Bai Wushuang, Chen Laogou, and Xie Dahai flew into the blood basin like lightning, accompanied by a faint green brilliance.
The two sides touched.
The blood in the blood basin suddenly turned into a bottomless black.
Several yellow forms also disappeared.
In the expectant eyes of everyone, there was no movement.
"Fourth, what's going on?"
Chen Yuntian frowned.
He had seen spirits summoned several times, but this was the first time for him to do so.
"Failed."
The old ghost shook his head.
"How could it fail? We have always been like this before, and we didn't miss anything." Qin Zhen asked puzzledly.
"My art of summoning spirits and conquering ghosts has never gone wrong. There are only two reasons why ghosts don't come. One is that the birth date is wrong; the other is that their souls have not reached the underworld at all."
When everyone frowns, they are all smart people.
It's impossible to recruit the souls of three people in a row, and their birth dates and horoscopes are all wrong.
"That person also captured their souls?!" Chen Yulou said solemnly.
"Obviously, the other party has long been on guard against us using the method of summoning spirits." Gui Lao affirmed.
"It seems that this person knows me very well, Xiling." Chen Yuntian said.
Everyone looked solemn.
A powerful enemy is not terrible.
The scary thing is that there is a powerful enemy who knows you very well and is hiding in the dark.